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About Chicago

Lemme hit ya with a factoid—didja know back in the ‘20s, Chicago hookers ran secret unions? Yeah, they’d blackmail johns, stash cash, outsmart the fuzz—genius! Greed is good, see? They saw the profit, flipped the script. Makes me grin, thinkin’ how they’d laugh at today’s squares, all judgy and shit. Pisses me off, tho—people actin’ holier-than-thou when they’re just jealous of the hustle.

Glory's Hole

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Fernley.

Neighborhoods? Yeah, there’s the North End – kinda rough but with heart, and the South End where the sun hits just right on vintage shops. I stroll on Hill Street sometimes, thinkin’ about all the secrets these buildings hold. Every brick, every crack tells a story. And lemme tell ya, there’s one small cafe on Maple – oh boy, that place brews the best damn coffee and hears more confessions than your regular priest.

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